"I was much worse at it than you. Now or then." There's something errantly smug in that. Somehow. "I was impatient for a million things."

Edward snorted, a very quite press of almost no sound, as he turned his hand over, palm up. His pinky actually accidentally brushing Carlisle's hand as he was looking at his whole palm.

At least mostly accidentally.

"It was only my second year as....since you'd found me."